Page 22 of Silver Fox Firefighters Next Door

Outside, Aiden swore my name and came, shooting his seed against the side of the cabin as inside, Tate growled my name and shot his come deep inside my sex. I shuddered at the pleasure stealing my breath and slumped against the window. My body vibrated, my core pulsed in time with my heartbeat, and I lost track of time because the next thing I knew, I was in bed with Tate between my thighs, gently cleaning me.

He looked up at me and smiled when I met his eyes. “You’re stunning, Eve.”

I smiled back at him and then let my arm flop over my face. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

Tate’s hands slid up my thighs and back down before he crawled up my body and hovered over me. “Look at me.”

I slowly lowered my arm and stared into his blue eyes. Lined at the outer edges, his eyes were breathtaking from that close. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen bluer eyes before.

“Come to dinner with me at the cabin.” He dipped his mouth and kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue and found I liked knowing it was me on his lips. I was the last thing he’d tasted.

“Dinner?”

He kissed me once more and then slowly stood up. “Dinner. You, me, Aiden, and Nash. I’ll come back and get you when dinner is ready tonight. Say yes.”

I swallowed. There was nothing else I could say. “Yes.”

CHAPTER 18

Tate

Eve came to dinner in a dress. Not just a comfortable, easy dress, either. She’d come in a dress which showcased her perfect tits and hugged her perfectly. It flared out at her waist and ended just under her ass. The material flirted with showing us everything we wanted to see, and she’d come in heels, too. She was so sexy my dick ached to be inside her again.

She’d put her hair up but pieces of it were falling out and I couldn’t stop thinking she’d looked similar after I’d fucked her earlier. Everything about her was seductive and I was struggling to remember I’d invited her for dinner. Food was supposed to be involved in dinner, not bending her over the table and fucking her raw.

Eve blushed when she saw us but we were doing everything in our power to make sure she was comfortable. No one wanted to scare her away. I’d even forced myself to kiss her on the cheek when she came in instead of doing what I wanted to do. We were perfect gentlemen.

Nash had a casserole in the oven for dinner and Aiden made a salad that was chilling in the fridge. We’d opened a bottle of wine and were behaving ourselves as we sat at the kitchen table with Eve and did everything but what we wanted to do.

“Did you get a lot of work done today?” I rested my elbows on the table and leaned in as I watched Eve.

She nodded and smiled. “I finished editing one book and started another. I always have steady work but lately, I’ve had more than I can keep up with.”

“It’s great that moving from the city didn’t cost you any business.” Aiden tapped his fingers along the table.

“Most of my clients are spread across the country. My favorite author is from Texas. She’s one of my good friends now. I even have an author from Brazil. It’s pretty amazing.” Eve crossed her legs and we all held our breath as more of her smooth thighs were exposed.

“You love what you do, huh? Did you always want to be an editor?” I swallowed and bounced my leg under the table.

“No. When I was little, I wanted to be a cowgirl.” She laughed. “I’ve always loved books, though. I never wanted to do the writing but when I found editing, it was like coming home.”

Nash grunted. “That’s what becoming a paramedic felt like for me.”

The timer went off on the oven and we all watched Nash get up and carefully take the casserole out. Aiden got up to grab the salad and they plated things up while I leaned closer to Eve.

“Even if Nash’s casserole tastes like cardboard, pretend you love it.” I kept my voice low. “He tries so hard but he’s not a cook.”

She bit her lip and nodded, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. “That’s really sweet.”

“That his food tastes like cardboard?”

“That you guys act like it doesn’t.” She leaned away from me and cleared her throat when Nash walked over and put a plate down in front of her. “Wow. This looks amazing.”

Nash beamed. “Thanks. I started cooking a lot later in life than Tate. He’s a lot better than me. Aiden, too. I like to do my part, though.”

I hesitantly sniffed the air over my plate and then took a small bite. Cardboard. Cardboard mixed with mushroom. I swallowed and reached for my beer. “I like it. Reminds me of something my mom used to make when I was a kid.”

Aiden nodded around his own beer bottle. “Same.”

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